[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200306/563a2fbced0e8fbd88fcb03879443ef7.png[/img][hr][sup]✸ [i]Aburand 1[/i] ✸[/sup]
[b]Location:[/b] Ragadel Ranch[hr][/center]
	[color=F0E68C]"Re[i]lax[/i],"[/color] Shamie murmured, petting her hand down the neck of one of her horses. Something seemed to have spooked them in the early morning, just before dawn - and she would know, considering she'd been out the door of her modest home as soon as the day birds started their chirping. It was a fine house, mostly wood, in the center of the property she'd claimed as soon as she moved in. It was a good deal - who would say no to free land? Especially when they had a ranch full of horses and unicorns to rehome. The rest of the ranch was spread out, barns, stables and fences built in a rough oval around the area just Northeast of town. Shamie was lucky she'd been able to trade some animals in return for the construction, being as much as it was. Still, the new [i]Ragadel Ranch[/i] was so much bigger and more spacious than the one she'd had in Wyverspoon that even if she'd been left with no gold she wouldn't have complained. It was perfect, the animals were happy.

	...which is why this particular start to her day was so strange, as until now she couldn't have asked for better conditions.

	[i]It was bound the happen sometime,[/i] the elf thought to herself as she stroked the horse's mane, [i]things can't stay perfect forever. Might have to ask around town for something to keep wild animals away.[/i]

	Once the horses had calmed down some, Shamie opened the stable doors wide and let them out of their pens. They trotted out, strong animals in all sorts of coat colors. The quality of her livestock was something Shamie took great pride in, and she took a moment to smile at them before the heat of even the morning sun made itself known on her skin. [i]Is it summer already?[/i]

	While Aburand was her favorite season, it also meant some more work for her and the girl she'd hired a few weeks ago. Then again, every season brought more work in it's own way. Shamie wasn't one to complain though. Speaking of Val, she should be there any minute now. That girl has been a huge help, especially since none of the staff back in Wyverspoon was very keen on moving to some no name town called [i]Hillhaven[/i]. 

	[i]Their loss,[/i] she thought not for the first time, [i]I think it's been real charming so far![/i]

	With the horses out of their stables, next were the ules. Once they were out in the open grazing with the rest, she'd have to check on the few unicorns she had. They were sequestered off toward the back of the ranch, nearest to the trees as they could be. Mostly rescues, and not for sale. They were a fickle little group, some days not even letting Shamie herself get close, and the elf dearly hoped that wasn't the case today. 

	Shamie was in the middle of carrying a bundle of hay feed out to the center field when she spotted a lone figure making their way down the road. Short, large ears, a certain pep in her step? Yep, that'd be Valindra. 

	[color=F0E68C]"Hey there!"[/color] Shamie called, setting the hay down and dusting her hands off before waving the girl over, [color=F0E68C]"On time, as always. Have a good morning?"[/color][hr][sub][right][@Roach][/right][/sub]